Ereza
Velaeri Mortaine
The talk within the confines of The Countess were a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Its passengers, a hive of skilled Morossian Healers, Doctors, Soldiers and Warriors were settled into a barely contained frenzy. Manpha was to be one of the first formal moves to extend the Faith of Moross, and at such a distance their anxieties were given time to fester. The desire to prove oneself and make a name were strong, aas well as the wanting to put to use new skillsets learned within the training halls of Exocron. It was perhaps a good thing that the noble "Goddess" Inari sat at the bridge, leading them onwards to greatness, bringing calm to their feverish energy.
The ship gave a dull lurch as it exited hyperspace travel. Beyond the viewport of the bridge Inari watched the streaking lights of stars settle into flickering pinpricks. In the distance the swamp-covered planet of Manpha glowed dimly.
"Your Emminence, we've arrived at Manpha, we'll enter planetary orbit in ten minutes."
"Thank you, Captain Rua," Inari addressed the female Gran from her seat, "have the transports ready for departure as soon as we stabilize orbit, then establish orbital security detail. We've made a quiet arrival but I want to be prepared in case the locals take alarm at our presence. Remember, this is a peaceful endeavor, we're not here to make enemies."
"Of course, Bright One," Captain Rua bowed as Inari took her leave from the bridge.
Inari took the few quiet moments in the lift to gather her wits and her strength. The Darkside Sickness within her veins was under control thanks to the powers of Neth and Ithari, and she could only hope their spells would hold out through this entire ordeal. Her weakness was something she could cover with a story - Inari's coming to the living realm had been difficult, and it would take time for the Goddess to adjust to her mortal body - but, Amore wondered, for how long would this work before people began to question? The search for a cure was never-ending, though she had little time to think on it as the lift door hissed open revealing to her a trove of soldiers and healers, the closest of which being that of her Body Guard @[member="Vascious Relens"]. Inari offered the elder a brief but warm smile before stepping out, feeling him fall in stride beside her.
Around them bodies of the Moross devout fell in line, the procession making way from holding chambers to the waiting transports.
"I hope you won't be too bored, Lord Relens," she said as they walked, glancing upwards at the much taller man, "compared to your stories of conquest this should be rather tame, I think."
The ship gave a dull lurch as it exited hyperspace travel. Beyond the viewport of the bridge Inari watched the streaking lights of stars settle into flickering pinpricks. In the distance the swamp-covered planet of Manpha glowed dimly.
"Your Emminence, we've arrived at Manpha, we'll enter planetary orbit in ten minutes."
"Thank you, Captain Rua," Inari addressed the female Gran from her seat, "have the transports ready for departure as soon as we stabilize orbit, then establish orbital security detail. We've made a quiet arrival but I want to be prepared in case the locals take alarm at our presence. Remember, this is a peaceful endeavor, we're not here to make enemies."
"Of course, Bright One," Captain Rua bowed as Inari took her leave from the bridge.
Inari took the few quiet moments in the lift to gather her wits and her strength. The Darkside Sickness within her veins was under control thanks to the powers of Neth and Ithari, and she could only hope their spells would hold out through this entire ordeal. Her weakness was something she could cover with a story - Inari's coming to the living realm had been difficult, and it would take time for the Goddess to adjust to her mortal body - but, Amore wondered, for how long would this work before people began to question? The search for a cure was never-ending, though she had little time to think on it as the lift door hissed open revealing to her a trove of soldiers and healers, the closest of which being that of her Body Guard @[member="Vascious Relens"]. Inari offered the elder a brief but warm smile before stepping out, feeling him fall in stride beside her.
Around them bodies of the Moross devout fell in line, the procession making way from holding chambers to the waiting transports.
"I hope you won't be too bored, Lord Relens," she said as they walked, glancing upwards at the much taller man, "compared to your stories of conquest this should be rather tame, I think."